Jocelyn & Alexandra

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

The stunning redhead rapped on the office door but entered without hearing an answer.

“Good morning, darling,” she purred. Standing in the doorway for several seconds, she waited for the handsome and very busy executive to look up, but he didn’t. “My, aren’t you preoccupied,” she said, finally sauntering toward him and plopping down in a chair. She leaned in on his desk, with her pale green business suit open just enough to entice him. If nothing else he could smell her perfume. He glanced just briefly at her sexy cleavage then returned his gaze to the mass of papers cluttering his desk.

“A dozen deadlines today, Jocelyn,” was the only comment forthcoming.

“I can’t pull you away even for a tiny coffee break?”

“Not if I have to be out of here by three to catch our plane.” He did look up this time, into her bright green eyes.

She could tell that he saw her blatant s****l statement but he didn’t comment directly. It would never be like Reggie to do that anyway.

“You’re looking harried,” she remarked.

“While you look calm.”

“That’s because I’m organized, Reg. I got all my work done in ten minutes this morning. I think I could have delegated the rest of my life if need be. You should try it yourself.”

“You are a wonder,” Reggie replied, sarcastically.

She smirked, happily. “There’s a change of plans,” she informed him. “Alex and Will aren’t going.”

“Really?” He showed his first sign of interest.

“Yes. Will got that assignment in Alaska. Alex says he’s off, for ‘god knows how long.’ Of course, she’s pissed.”

“Would do her good to have to step back for a change.”

“That’s a horrible thing to say after she planned this whole trip.”

“I like being nasty with Alex, you should know that by now.”

“And nasty with me too?” Jocelyn wondered aloud.

“Only when it eventually makes you smile.” He said it with his typical dead-pan cool, which had the effect of making his lovely redheaded wife squirm in her seat.

“So we get to go alone, a second honeymoon.”

“We just had our first six months ago,” he reminded her.

“So what’s wrong with a second?”

“I’m rarely sentimental.”

“I can tell,” she replied. She was too happy to be daunted by Reggie’s indifferent façade. She was getting used to him, knowing what was underneath often went unexpressed until he poured out his affections on her in his own astonishing style. She couldn’t ask for anything, he gave when he was ready.

“So, we’ll have a vacation, and make passionate love for seven days, and you can concoct all kinds of despicable things for me, and we won’t get sentimental at all.”

“It sounds like the perfect vacation, but…”

“But what?” she interrupted, hearing something in his tone she didn’t like. “Don’t tell me you’re reconsidering?”

“I never said that.”

“But I can see it coming. Am I wrong?”

“I was going to suggest that we cut it short. Three days tops, Joce.” He tried a little affection in his delivery, though it sounded like the decision was final. “Perhaps if Alex and Will aren’t going we could postpone it altogether.”

Jocelyn sighed deeply. “You know, I had this premonition weeks ago when Alex’s wild ideas were blooming. I had a feeling these plans would never materialize.”

“You’re psychic too?”

“Just a very wise woman.”

“That’s obviously why I married you. You take disappointment well.”

“Oh, I don’t plan to be disappointed.”

“What’s that mean?”

“I’m not sure yet, but I’ll think of something. I’m not going to be the most efficient business woman in the city, organizing my crises around my vacation plans, to throw a free week out the door.”

Reggie looked as if he wanted more of an explanation, but he wouldn’t ask.

Jocelyn stood up.

“When do you suppose you’ll finally be free of all these tethers?” she asked.

“About midnight.”

“I thought you’d be done by three.”

“Since we’re postponing our vacation…” he started.

“But midnight? That’s not good enough. I may wait for my vacation, but I’m not going to wait for everything.”

Sauntering around the desk, she pushed Reggie’s chair about, and then knelt between his knees. A noncommittal response was all he’d give, even when she unzipped his pants and withdrew his prick. But as she sucked his organ, his body responded. Her lips were too sweet to ignore and the feel of her warm mouth quickly changed his mood. Moments later standing up, he pulled Jocelyn to her feet and flung her over the edge of the desk on to the pile of papers. Her firm ass cheeks gave him a second wave of pleasure as he held them tightly in his grasp. She hadn’t even worn pantyhose, just a cream colored lace garter belt to hold the delicate silk stockings.

“I like it when you’re shaved here,” he said as he caressed her smooth labia. “Should shave more often.” He pressed himself against her, his c**k moving through the opening of her cunt to the moist pulsing treasure beyond. With his arms going around her, it was easy to undo the two buttons holding her jacket together. Fondling her breasts was as simple as reaching beyond the lace teddy underneath. Just like every other time they made love, he swept her into his control, and for that instant, she was free of the burdens that often weighted her down. The two were off on a fantastical excursion that lifted them from anything disordered and irritating in their lives.

He rocked her hard, the penetration going deeply within her so there was enough pain to make her moan and wince. But the bliss was descending, the orgasm tripping through her as she gave him his. Reggie grunted behind her as he came; and then withdrawing from her afterwards, he held her a few moments longer, his hands still relishing the feel of her soft skin. At last he pulled away and left her collapsed against his desk.

Jocelyn was still sighing when she heard the zipper going up on his pants. His leather chair creaked as he sat down, and she was still thrust bottom’s up over the desk recuperating.

He smacked her ass sharply and she jerked up.

“You ass! Have you no shame?” she snapped. “I do like a little time to recover.”

“I’m fully recovered,” he replied, pulling her off his desk.

She stood between his legs, looking down at his face, letting her hand run through his immaculate blond hair. He reached a hand up under her skirt. “Little wet down here,” he said.

“It’ll dry,” she replied.

Reggie liked her being free enough not to care about the sticky dampness between her legs.

“So you’ll be home at midnight?” she asked.

“Maybe sooner,” he replied.

She stared at the pile of papers on his desk and shook her head. “You know, darling, you really should hire a good consulting firm to clean up this mess,” she said. “I know a very good one.”

“I can’t afford your professional services, Jocelyn. Even you told me that,” he reminded his wife. Their relationship had begun when he’d hired her firm to help reorganize his company. She never let him forget the fact that she had been responsible for turning around his sagging sales.

“Well then, maybe next time we plan a vacation, you can afford me and I’ll take care of this,” she said, mocking him gently for the harrowing disarray.

He looked up at her steely eyed and rigidly cold. “You know there are prices to pay, my darling, for your condescending attitude, big ones. When you least expect it.”

Jocelyn grinned as she moved away from him, restoring her skirt to its decent place. “That’s what I was hoping,” she replied, the rosy blush on her cheeks making her face look gloriously sexy. She walked to the door with a decided sway to her bottom.

“You swish that sassy ass of yours in front of my eyes one more time, you’ll be paying the prices soon,” he remarked.

Swish her ass? Was that all it took? With the thought of the promised consequences in mind, as she left the office, Jocelyn hips moved as provocatively as she knew how, though she wasn’t so sure that her husband even saw it, with the way his attention was drawn back to the work in front of him.